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A solid support system is invaluable for one's recovery from psychiatric illness and mental health issues.
Home Is Where the Heart Is...
The last few years have been weird. I left the place I grew up and moved two states away. I started living with my fiancé (boyfriend at the time). Added to our fur family. It’s been a lot of growing up and a lot of reality checks. It’s been weird…but also eye opening and wonderful. Through all the stress of “adulting” and trying to steady ourselves in an ever changing world, we have managed to turn every living situation into our own space. No matter what the environment might have been, no matter what stressors were present, we somehow turned the spaces into a small sanctuary of sorts. A home. And all of this has me asking the question: What makes a home?
By Rowan Flores4 years ago in Psyche
Forgiveness
“You’re better than me, I don’t think I could ever forgive them”, is one of the most common things I hear when I talk to people about their trauma, and my own. People think it is incredible how I have chosen to forgive the people who have wronged me in my life, and even allow some of them to still be a part of it. But what they don’t realize is, the forgiveness I have chosen to extend to others, is for my own healing’s sake, and it has nothing to do with them.
By Jordan Ashley4 years ago in Psyche
Rewiring the Brain, One Barn Owl at a Time.
Writing a research paper was supposed to be mundane. Granted, the word ‘research’ itself implies an informative and somewhat stimulating process, but/however that applies only when the subject being researched is of actual interest. Yet, as I stared at the prompt intensely, scavenging my brain for compelling topics, I couldn’t help but come to a paralyzing realization: what the hell does one write about barn owls? And, better yet, how the hell do I make it interesting enough for the reader to actually finish reading?
By Kristina Hrodz4 years ago in Psyche
Metamorphosis
Papilio intrusion I sit at the desk. Corporate world. Yeah. Corporate rules, corporate fruits, corporate grins across the corporate office. Corporate laughs! You can’t forget about those. I look at the monitor to see my daily tasks and devour the keyboard as an appetizer before my corporate lunch. Only 3 euros, mind you *wink wink/peace sign/smiley face*. Some thoughts intrude my working mind, “focus!” — I yell at myself. Got to focus and deliver.
By Elliott Black4 years ago in Psyche







